January 28, 2015

For sale…

Garage sales – love 'em or hate 'em? I'm personally not a big fan. Shopping at them is not my thing, nor is having them. But sometimes I realize that the accumulation of stuff to donate could actually turn into some money, and I'll suck it up. I've only "hosted" a sale myself twice, but I have joined Joy and her neighborhood spring garage sale a couple of times and Vicky once (on a very windy day and all of my sticky note price tags were blowing all over the street). This Friday and Saturday, Tom's dad is having a garage sale and I am pitching along with him.

I've been purging and gathering for a while now, so coming up with sale items isn't a problem. But pricing them is. That is so hard! I have a difficult time finding a balance between making money and just getting rid of stuff. So naturally I've been avoiding that particular chore. But time is running out, and realizing this last night, I gathered up a bunch of pricing supplies and set up in my room so I could watch tennis while working.

I feel that I got a lot done. But I sure do have a lot of piddly stuff. Mostly 25¢ items. Hopefully it will add up to something in the end. I do have a small collection of items that would do better on eBay or craigslist. Not sure if I'm going to bother hauling the Coca-Cola stuff over. I'm not willing to let the majority of it go for cheap, which is what garage sale shoppers are looking for.

Because I have to work on Friday, I won't be at the sale that day, but I will go over on Saturday morning and help work the sale. I do know from my meager experience that having at least one other person is a great help. Luckily Linda will be with him so I won't have to worry about him being by himself.

In other news, I had an upper front filling mostly replaced yesterday afternoon and my gums are hella sore from the anesthesia needle. Grief, that's the worst part. The numbing gel helps a lot, but I still got pinched some. The whole side of my face was numb for well over three hours. Unfortunately, I had to run into Target on the way home. I just tried to talk as little as possible. Pretty sure I didn't drool.